I Heard an iPhone Buzz – When I Died –

I heard an iPhone buzz – when I died –

The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Cloud –
Between the Heaves of Upload –
The Eyes around – had always been dry –
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset – when a snapchat
Be witnessed – in the Room –
I willed my passwords – Signed out
What portion of me be
Digital – and then it was
There interposed an iPhone –
With Blue – uncertain – stumbling Buzz –
Between the light – and me –
And then the iOS failed – and then
I could not see to see –

The Thing with Feathers

Hope most certainly has feathers-

and he perches on my soul-

he sings the tunes-and-the words-

which in my heart, never stop at all-

And sweetest- from my Webster- is heard-

and no storm so harsh could ever-

deter my little bird-

who warms my heart-

I’ve heard him in the morn and night-

and at my weakest on my knees-

and always- despite all efforts-

he leaves a crumb- for me.

© Autumn Siders 2016